I hardly remember what I wanted to do as a child. I remember exploring nearby hills, raising tadpoles, picking up pottery shards and racing my bike through the neighborhood. This was such a long time ago and so much living has happened in the meantime. I have been told that to help understand what you enjoy, look to your childhood for clues. These formative years were filled with so much magic and learning. Everything was new. Was the Presidency within your grasp? How about a doctor, a fireman, teacher or the next one to get moon dust on your boots? These dreams are often snuffed by a careless word or look. "Keesha, who do you think you are, you can't do that!" "Benjamin, our family doesn't do that kind of work, put away those fanciful ideas!" Give yourself permission to consider revisiting some of those "meaningless" ideas that filled the childhood dreams; elements may be closer than you think.
Do you remember these dreams? How is the dream still alive? What parent, siblings or friends would remember those days? When will you give them a call to help remember? What thinking do you need to confront to begin the journey? What is a class or a MeetUp you could attend to investigate current interest?